Driving along in Ireland, north of Galway, fuschia hedges abound with tiny flowers, red and pink. We wonder about the big split-leafed plants with the tall spikes. There are actually alot of tropical looking plants, including palms of all things. (Hmm, I guess they're encouraged by all the rain.) Along the winding drive to the Renvyle House this morning, maple leaves are falling, twirling to the ground.
I call the scenery eye candy. Rock walls are all over, probably made out of neccessity to clear a pasture. We spy more and more sheep, cows and Connemara ponies. I collected some sheep's wool that got caught on a bush. So soft! It gets put into a little bag to take home and fondle on occasion. I'm starting to realize why I've always had a love for rock walls and fiddle music. It's the Irish in me!
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